[ON HIATUS!] Greypelt of the Darklands. (Transformers indie RP muse blog. OC, from a G1-AU Golden Age of Cybertron. She/her. Beast monoformer. Mostly friendly.)
This is a muse/RP/worldbuilding blog for an AU Transformers character, Greypelt of the Darklands. Mun is over 18, mature content may appear herein. Muse is a giant mecha-crystal-wolf-thing but she is mostly pretty friendly, please feel free to poke her. CURRENTLY ON HIATUS as of January 2022, back soon hopefully!
Blog credits: Current header pic found here. Current icon found here and copyright Skullis.com.
Please read the About page for more; below the cut is a copy of it for anyone who’s on mobile.
About the muse:
Cybertronian
First Golden Age/Age of Legends (ie millions of years prior to the Autobot/Decepticon faction split, Quintesson conquest of Cybertron, etc)
she/her
beast monoformer
wolphire (a type of large Cybertronian predator, roughly similar in appearance to an Earth wolf, with polymer-filament “fur” and crystal spines growing from neck and shoulders through a thick mane.)
Darklander
has a spark-twin (Greystorm, he/him, also a wolphire)
member of Prince Galvatronus’s Companions
default custodian of the team brain cell
available in own-era and present-day-Cybertron variants as required
About the mun and blog:
Mun is over 18 (by quite a lot). Some content here may be unsuitable for minors, please protect yourself appropriately; adults-only content will be cut and tagged.
Follows back from @of-fire-and-light, this is a sideblog.
Non-followers are welcome to interact. Anons are currently open, M/As will be accepted at mun’s discretion..
No OOC drama please.
This is a worldbuilding blog as well as a roleplaying one, so the history, geography, ecology etc of Greypelt’s Cybertron are being constructed as we go along and are not compliant with any existing Transformers continuity.
Open to shipping, but please keep in mind that Greypelt does not have a bipedal/humanoid mode. She has a spark, is fully self-aware, and can pass all relevant sapience tests; however, if the idea of your muse clanging bolts with a giant mech-wolf makes you uncomfortable regardless, please do not let them hit on her. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Dark and mature themes may appear on this blog, including but not limited to sex and violence. Cultural norms here may also differ from human ones. I will try to tag for potentially triggering or challenging content but please feel free to ask if you want something in particular tagged.
Where have been? It been a full month since you last posted?
[Hello! Long story short, some personal stuff happened and I've been having some issues, and I have rather lost my muse for RP at the moment. ;_; I am 100% sure this won't be a permanent loss, because I know what my muses are like, and I was kinda hanging on to see if they'd come back quickly - but it doesn't look like that's going to be happening, so I'm going to bite the bullet and declare this blog and my others to be on hiatus for now. I will check in now and again but won't be active with replies/posting/writing on any predictable schedule until otherwise announced. Apologies for any disappointment and thank you for checking in, I appreciate it!]
Grey swivels an ear forwards at the rumbling noise from within Megatron’s frame, listening with interest. “Are those artillery-class engines, by any chance?” she enquires. “You’ve got some good bass there.
Grey smiles. “I used to be good friends with an artillery-frame mech. Once you get used to hearing the subharmonics on that class of engines you can’t mistake them for anything else.”
Her optics brighten a bit at his explanation for the purring. “Ooh, congratulations. Got anything special in mind to make with it?”
“Is that so? They are common for my kind so I hardly notice the difference I suppose.” Megatron admitted with a slight smile. “I have a few things in mind though I’m not sure if I should bother.” He admitted looking at the single cube of the thick black oil. “There is a mech I’m trying to court, I was thinking of crafting some elaborate oil cake as a courtship gesture but I think he might not be one for such things.” He stated with a bittersweet smile as he looked at the cube.
“Hmmm?” Grey cocks her head, and this time both her ears pivot forward curiously. “Well, personally I wouldn’t waste it on him then if you’re not sure.” She chuckles. “What’s he like, this mech?” she adds, interested.
[Soooo my laptop is apparently on the brink of giving up on me. Not going to be on tonight since RPing on mobile is a pain in the aft, probably low activity for a while. Hopefully I can get a new machine soon...]
Mini-Magnus and Huge Minimus inspired by the work of @ordinarylawnmower. — I love seeing your art on my dash. 🌸
[ID: Two redesigns. The first is Ultra Magnus, designed to look like a minibot, much shorter and stockier. His colors are much darker and his optics and lights are yellow. For comparison, he is two-thirds the size of IDW Minimus. There is a drawing of him holding his visor, anime sparkles around him, saying “I can’t seem to get my glasses clean.” He is labeled, “Can’t see anything.” Below is a drawing of his pick-up truck alt.
The second design is Minimus Ambus, designed to look much taller and with broader shoulders. His colors are less saturated and he has four optics. His is twice the size of IDW Minimus. Beside him is his alt mode, a very large and green maned wolf-like creature. Below is a sketch of him shrinking, labeled, “mass shifts to fit in Magnus armor.” On the right is a green flower with the text, “Min 2021.” /end ID]
"What kind of wolf are you?" Cheetor blurts. (speedypaws)
@speedypaws
-blink. Grey looks down in surprise at the little cat-beastformer. "Who's asking?" she says, then grins a bit to show that she didn't mean the question to seem hostile. "I'm a wolphire. Things like me used to wander around wild on Cybertron, once, a very long time ago. Think I might be the only one left now."
She tilts her head to peer at him. "What kind of cat are you?"
“A cheetah? Don’t think I’ve met one of those before,” Grey says curiously. “I’d say do you want to race, but I reckon you’d show up an old relic like me.” She grins a bit.
Don’t be fooled, though, Cheetor. She’s not as creaky as she might be pretending.
"What kind of wolf are you?" Cheetor blurts. (speedypaws)
@speedypaws
-blink. Grey looks down in surprise at the little cat-beastformer. "Who's asking?" she says, then grins a bit to show that she didn't mean the question to seem hostile. "I'm a wolphire. Things like me used to wander around wild on Cybertron, once, a very long time ago. Think I might be the only one left now."
She tilts her head to peer at him. "What kind of cat are you?"
Greypelt blinks, realising that this isn’t the mech she’d initially thought he was - or if it is him, he’s a lot younger and softer-seeming than she’d expected.
…maybe he’s right and she is lost.
Possibly in time, let alone space. “D’you know, I’m not quite sure,” she says, gentle now that she realises she’s talking to a mech far younger and more sheltered than herself. “Would you mind telling me where I am, so I can check?” She smiles a little, careful not to flash too many teeth at him.
The ruby optic-ed youth flickered his optics curiously in a blink. “That sure sounds like it counts as lost to me.” He replied getting a little closer. “Oh, sure, this is Tarn… well the remote edge right by Polyhex. There isn’t a whole lot out here though, just Crystal trees, plants and the temple to Vector Sigma.” He informed almost boredly. “Were you looking for the Temple? High Priest Soundwave should be there if you want to see him?” The silver mech offered in a friendly manner.
“Oh, I was just wandering,” Grey says. “Just looking at things. I like the crystal trees.” They remind her of home, and the way the wind sings quietly through them is soothing to her.
“Tarn, hm? That’s about where I thought I was, so that’s all right. I didn’t know there was a temple near here, though. Is that where you live?”
She’s heard the name of Megatron. A curious look at him, as she notices him watching her. Will he approach to talk, to fight, to try and recruit her to his cause - or is he simply observing?
The dawn of the golden age Megatron was still a young mech, not yet even an adult. He was barely out of his sparkling years in fact as he gazed at the fluffy wolphire. He was staying at the temple that Soundwave kept but that didn’t stop him from sneaking out sometimes. “Hello, are you lost?” He asked still having that hint of youthful innocence that had yet to be shattered.
Greypelt blinks, realising that this isn’t the mech she’d initially thought he was - or if it is him, he’s a lot younger and softer-seeming than she’d expected.
...maybe he’s right and she is lost.
Possibly in time, let alone space. “D’you know, I’m not quite sure,” she says, gentle now that she realises she’s talking to a mech far younger and more sheltered than herself. “Would you mind telling me where I am, so I can check?” She smiles a little, careful not to flash too many teeth at him.
theslagmaker: ( @sparkmender and @a-life-revised started it. >.>)
sparkmender: ((my roddy jokingly called megatron a purse dog and the crowd went wild
She’s now seen the Dogatron courtesy of @cor-armatum and is battling an instinctive urge to pick it up gently by the scruff and put it somewhere it won’t be stepped on.
There's a wolphire scratching with a paw at Roddy's door, just come to see how he's doing and whether his turbofoxes have driven him to distraction yet. Anyone home? (@crystal-wolphire)
The scratching sets off a storm of turbofox yips, and-- is that barking??-- from beyond the door, before there's the sound of a scuffle and Roddy's pulling it open one handed; turbofoxes are tucked in one arm, and balancing more or less on one pede. The other's being used to push something back, gently but firmly, on the inside of the door where Grey can't see. "Hey! Hi! Um.... gimme a sec, yeah?? Thanks!"
The turbofoxes continue to yip and squirm, and the greeting sets off a fresh storm of barking.
There’s the sound of a scuffle, then a crashing sound, before the door finally opens again, Roddy now empty- handed. “Hey.” He greets. “Um… Come on in?”
Grey pads into the room at his invitation, and stretches to nose at his shoulder in greeting. “I just came to see how you were getting on with your turbofoxes,” she says, looking around to see where the little terrors have gotten to. “But it sounds like you’ve gotten at least one more pet while I was gone... what did I miss?”
